Sunday, August 10, 2008

But the Sound of the Pounding Waves Was Nice

We went to the beach, but the wind was ferocious,
whipping the sand into something atrocious
that sneaked in your mouth and your nose and your eyes.

We wanted to swim but the waves were too high.
If you tried, the life guard blew his whistle
and shot you a look like a patriot missile.

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